#the paragon hotel

[ofliterarynature]

Library sale finds! My tbr shelf weeps in despair.

[mangoslixes]

JOMP Book Photo Challenge || 20 November || Kickass Characters: The Paragon Hotel by Lyndsay Faye

I loved the characters so much, even the main character, which is a rarity. Blossom, however, remains my favourite and she was a kickass character™

[silverstar-8]

I'VE FINALLY FINISHED SILVER AND LUCIFER WOOOO

Maybe in the future I'll change something for Silver, but right now I think it looks pretty good!

It's more of the mix of my own style with Hazbin's. I tried to do only Hazbin's style with Luci, but it didn't work for me.

But it's so great that I can actually draw him and my self-insert! I love them so much AAAAA

If someone's curious: Silver is from the fic "Paragon of Free Will" on ao3. It's a story about the winner, who decided to leave Heaven and go to Hell by their choice.

The fic is during development, so it'll take a long time to finish or maybe I won't ever finish it! We'll see in the future how much energy and passion I'll have for it!

Lots of love, Silver~

@skyheartstar13 @senseichaos-thedetention

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Press note about the apel from Julian Koster and Neutral Milk Hotel's to save The Paragon Carousel. Glorious Noise, 30th April 2009

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

ever since i've consumed thominewt stuff i cant go back to just a pair between either of the three anymore...

[anniesein]

Klasik, Fenomenal, Penuh Kesan, dengan balutan interior kayu yang membahana. Ya, ini adalah hotel megah di kawasan Jimbaran Bali. Hotel megah ini bernama Bali Paragon Resort Hotel.

Meskipun tampak klasik, hotel ini ramah anak-anak dan canggih fasilitasnya!

[idyllicidols]

Desire.

Shin Yuna. The world sees her as a world famous idol, a paragon of beauty of grace. An individual to look up to, a person to aspire towards. Some might see her as untouchable, in a social sphere somewhere near the clouds. But she is more than just an idol with a hectic schedule and a busy life. Yuna is a real life human being, and every human has their flaws, their desires, their dark secrets that they need to keep hidden from the world.

And right now Yuna sure is living up to desires.

"You gonna do it? You gonna cum on my face?"

There she is, the picture perfect idol, sitting on her feet, naked as the day she was born. Surrounding her are three hand selected males, her hand vigorously pumping the cock directly in front of her. Yuna's eyes are firmly set on the glistening knob that her hands are wrapped around, her fingers nimbly moving from tip to hilt, her thumb digging into the meat and tugging and massaging with ferocious intent.

The other two aren't just standing idly by—they're groping and spanking whatever they feel like, an opportunity like this one is unheard of, but a gift Yuna loves to indulge. You see, underneath that cute and bubbly personality, and beyond all her flawless photoshoots and iconic concerts, the fact remains that Yuna is, above everything else, a cock obsessed slut.

The feeling of multiple hands and several hard, throbbing members grazing her petite body always fills Yuna with a pleasure that no amount of her fingers can ever truly match. The pinching of her nipples, the light and harsh spanks to her ass, the feeling of a cock throbbing in her hands. All of these things send her reeling into euphoria.

"Do it! Cum on my face. You gonna make me work for it? Do I have to suck you off? Make you cum by slurping your juices? My hand not enough?"

Her questions comes with a gentle lick to the underside of his shaft. It makes the cock twitch violently in Yuna's firm grip. He's already reaching his climax, that much is evident to Yuna. The only thing she needs now is for him to vocalize.

"I'm gonna... Yuna, I'm..."

"Come on, babe."

With a guttural moan, Yuna feels her cheek being covered by a blast of sticky warmth, followed by spurts of cum across her lips and chin and nose.

She looks down, mouth gaping, tongue hanging out, eye's narrow. The feeling of the sticky substance smeared over her skin, a marking that has her feel warm all over.

"Who's next?!" Yuna moves away from the well spent man, turning her attention to the other two behind her. One has his hands clasped to Yuna's ample ass, the other never stops roughly groping and grabbing her tits, pulling her nipples this and that way.

Yuna doesn't even know these lucky bastard's names—and that's precisely the point. All she knows is that they're some of her biggest fans, and because Yuna's not one to disappoint her supporters, the only reasonable thing for her to do is invite them back to her hotel room for an honest to God gangbang.

No real names, no exchanging numbers. Just a night of fun.

It's Yuna's idea of an ideal way to unwind before an important gig, and she's taking it upon herself to fully indulge.

"You know I offer more than just hand jobs right? My mouth, my pussy...my ass."

Yuna puts some emphasis when she says the word ass—she knows how taboo it is, to be an idol who loves to be fucked in her forbidden hole. Tempting over eager fan boys is such a power rush to Yuna, especially since she always gets what she wants in the end. And tonight will be no different.

Not only does the sudden spurt of her words catch the other two guys off guard, so do her slender fingers, that have already found their way around the nearest cock.

She looks up into his eyes, practically staring into his soul.

"So what do you say sweetheart? Which hole do you wanna fuck? Do you want my mouth? Is it my pussy you craving?"

Yuna smirks.

"Or maybe," her other hand slowly reaches to her asshole, "you're gonna shove your cock right here and treat me like a total anal slut."

She isn't quite touching her tight hole, but her fingertips hover tantalizing close. Close enough to make the guy think of exactly what she's describing, all the dirty details, from start to end. And the mere thought is starting to make him go crazy.

"Have you ever done anal before?"

Her soft and playful tone is hard to resist. This entire experience has left the guy totally speechless. He shakes his head, unable to verbalize any words of any kind.

"Well what do you say Hun? Wanna pop your anal virginity with a world famous superstar?"

Yuna doesn't even give him a chance to answer—she bends down on the bed, ass up face down, spread apart in a position that leaves her totally open to her new fuck buddies.

He watches in absolute shock and disbelief as Yuna playfully wiggles her plump behind, teasingly caressing her puckering asshole in a display that leaves him unable to hold off. He licks his fingers, saliva coating his palm as he reaches forward to insert his middle finger into Yuna's butt. She wasn't lying; Yuna is an anal loving slut, a star whore, and this position is making her squirm. The soft, coos leaving her lips are proof of the immense arousal coursing through her veins. The fact that her pussy is dripping means even more.

"I don't want your finger," Yuna turns back, staring into his eyes again, "I want your cock."

He pulls his finger out with a lewd squelching sound, only to replace it with his cock—hard and pulsating, a sheer result of the slutty actions from the girl splayed out in front of him, seemingly on a platter.

The tip presses against Yuna's eager asshole. She starts to whimper, just slightly, an involuntary reflex as a wave of pleasure fills her veins. It's about to begin, and that moment is like heaven to Yuna.

"Do it," she utters, more quietly now that the tip of his cock is pressing up against her most private place. "Don't tease. Fuck me in the ass. Do it. Please..."

Those few simple, begging words are the green light the guy has been waiting for. A cue to fully penetrate her rear, spreading it open with a searing, heavy thrust. It doesn't matter that it's his first time—Yuna loves to fuck. She loves it in any position, anywhere, in any circumstance. Yuna was made to be fucked and tonight is no exception, that is a fact.

So the feeling of his heavy prick ramming her open, and the sweet, familiar burn that comes after sends Yuna into a total blissed-out state. Even though this is what Yuna was begging for, the thrusts are slow and inexperienced—her new living dildo seemingly afraid to hurt his favorite idol.

"Don't be gentle! Fuck me hard, deeper...please, please! Wreck my asshole!"

Those words are enough. They spur the young man into action, and instead of taking it nice and slow, Yuna feels her whole ass shuddering at the rapid pace her lover is now setting. It hurt. Oh God did it fucking hurt.

The kind of pain that leaves her feeling filled with the greatest pleasure. The kind of pain that reminds her that she's alive—not some brainless idol robot with an image to protect. Yuna is a woman with sexual needs and she's not afraid to admit them.

"Faster, don't stop. More, oh God yes!!" Yuna is spouting out all the right things and it's certainly having an effect. "Fuck me!" Her hands grope her perky ass cheeks, trying their hardest to keep them spread open for the fuckfest raging on in the depths of her backdoor.

Her insides felt great to her new partner, especially as he gets more adventurous and drives her over the edge of euphoria with a thrust here, a squeeze there. His hands are gripping her hips, driving his rock hard length further into her cavern.

It must have been such a fucking miserable sight. The third guy in the room ignored and forgotten, sporting a massive erection whilst sitting on the edge of a King sized bed. Yuna didn't even notice it, nor did the guy currently drilling her ass. But she definitely notices it when he lifts her head and presses his tip against her slightly parted lips. The action catches her off guard, almost. It's just a quick glance and a lust filled smirk, but the quick understanding between them has her open her mouth to swallow the intruding piece of flesh.

"You want me to suck your cock while I'm getting fucked in the ass?! What a joke!"

The man looks dejected. That is until Yuna licks her lips and flashes a coy smile. She shakes her head, waves of dark hair falling around her cheeks and onto her back.

"I'm not gonna suck it. But you can fuck my face. Spit roast me. Make me choke me on your cock, choke me as his big, hard dick fills my little asshole."

Yuna opens her mouth, her tongue laid flat and waiting to be invaded. There's an overwhelming desire to be filled from both ends, a carnal hunger. If that's what it takes for her to receive this much pleasure, then so be it. She just wants her holes stuffed, fucked hard until they're so worn, so well used that her mind blanks into total ecstasy.

Yuna sucks and moans and mewls as he's driving his cock down her throat. Any cries of pleasure from being torn apart from behind gets muffled and lost under the garbled and sloppy sounds of the face-fucking.

She takes his cock hungrily into her mouth, bobbing back and forth, not even worrying about the gagging sensations or the burning in her throat, or the spit dripping from her mouth, nor even her eyes beginning to water.

The taste, the scent—the full sensory overload from receiving both a full frontal assault on her gag reflex and a rump fuck all at once is driving her crazy. Her clit is swollen and sensitive, and everytime she shakes her ass to guide his cock deep inside, her clit brushes against the silk-soft sheets and tenses something tight and coils deep within her core.

It builds, tighter, hotter—and the wetness trickling out of her needy, untouched cunt only aids the thrusts from his eager tool.

Her whole body shakes and trembles. A total body orgasm as she's used and abused by two strangers, faceless tools for her sexual pleasure. They take her, use her, violate and violate, spanking and penetrating wherever they pleased.

And through it all she takes it with grace, glee, and happiness. The pain mixed in with the pleasure was intense. Overwhelming. Every time another palm cracks against her reddening cheeks, every time that she's choked and pounded harder, deeper, it leaves her begging for more. Every thrust from either end sends another surge of the hottest, fiercest tingling through her veins. Yuna's completely submerged into the moment, so lost within it. A cocktail of sheer masochism and perverted need to be nothing but an object for her boys' enjoyment.

Then it happens, with another hard thrust into her slutty backdoor, everything snaps—and Yuna screams into a prolonged, euphoric moan. She cums, and she cums hard. Her second one in such a short space of time. It's so intense—so overwhelming.

It takes a whole minute before the world starts to spin again, the rush and adrenaline is almost too much, the double penetration pushing the boundaries and making Yuna realize how she could die right here, right now, and still not care. She almost forgets she's an idol for a moment, the label seeming so alien and irrelevant as the rest of her facade disintegrates along with her mind and body, dissolving under a sea of pleasure. Slowly fading as her partner finally bursts with an eruption of hot, thick, cum, coating her insides, filling her ass until it can hold no more and starts leaking out onto her skin and the plushy fabric of the covers.

The constant moans of joy must have been too much for the man occupying her throat. Cuz shortly after her ass is stuffed full, so is her mouth, spurt after spurt, sending Yuna straight into an orgasmic daze.

It's incredible—such a heavenly, amazing, thrilling and powerful feeling of a double load pumped into both of her holes.

She swaps from feeling like an object, a fuck toy, something to be used and abused, to just Yuna. Yuna who craves pleasure, needs love, and wants a feeling of validation that she's doing her very best to fill up with constant sexual trysts and promiscuous nights. It doesn't work though, because she can never truly be satisfied. No man, no orgy, no gangbang has ever been enough, never even been close enough. But when it's all over, these times, these moments are what Yuna lives and breathes for.

There's four bodies on the bed, laid out and completely wrecked—Yuna, the man with the enormous cock that spread her anal walls, the man that got the handjob of a lifetime from none other than Yuna herself, and the forgotten dude who eventually got to fuck her throat. Yuna can barely see or talk after being ravaged, but even still she's smiling like the cat that got the cream—because in essence, she had three extra large creamy loads.

It's not enough, no amount of cock could ever satisfy Yuna, but this is good enough for tonight. Tomorrow brings another night. Another night to find a nice gentleman to stuff her pussy that was left unfulfilled, left on the verge, twitching and ready to burst. But tomorrow is a worry for the future—now is the time for rest and relaxation, for recovery.

[urban-tombraider]

There's nothing like going out in style. Abandoned "Paragon Hotel", Italy, June 2017.

[octuscle]

Virgo Season: Maverick

Strange things are happening in the sign of Virgo at the Astra Hotel. A bigger and bigger society is forming to celebrate the birthday of the great @fredwkong. I think Maverick can expand the guest list well.

Slowly Pastor Blanco realized that things were slipping away from him. Slowly, he realized that in this hotel, the Corpse himself was at work, sending his sinful hordes after him. He was slowly running out of brothers in arms and weapons as well. It was time to use one of his secret weapons. Maverick. Maverick had once been a lost soul, but he had led him back to the path of virtue. Maverick was a paragon of virtue and discipline. And Maverick was a jerk-off idol for every depraved person scurrying around this planet. Maverick's day ran with the precision of Swiss clockwork. Working out, eating healthy, working in the community, praying. Study of the Bible. Maverick's YouTube channel "Praise the Lord with all your body and mind" was so successful that Maverick was able to make a good living from it and also support Pastor Blanco's work. And that's exactly why Pastor Blanco brought Maverick on stage the next night.

The big speech wasn't necessarily his thing. But Maverick thanked God and Pastor Blanco for the second chance he had been given. And he said what a joy it was for him to support Pastor Blanco's work. And when he couldn't think of anything else to do, he did what he did best: Show off his upper body and flex his muscles. After the sermon, Pastor Blanco thanked Maverick. The effect was exactly as desired. Even some of the fags attended the sermon. Maverick catches all the sheeple. But Maverick can change. At the Hotel Astra, all kinds of people change....

There is no wine miracle. But a liquor miracle. Maverick signs autographs to his fans, blesses convention attendees, and takes a big swig from his water bottle. Pure booze. Maverick looks puzzled. And takes a second sip. And he grabs three donuts from the buffet. A big burp follows. Pastor Blanco looks horrified. The demons are getting closer. He pushes Maverick toward the exit. Still in the doorway, a loud fart booms. For the first time in years, Maverick curses. At least in his mind. And he's so thirsty. He heads for his room on the third floor. Sounds like there's a party going on next door. But parties aren't godly. Muscle training and praying. That's godly. Maverick needs a big drink of water. Urgent. He pours himself a glass from the bathroom faucet. And drinks it greedily. And again: pure liquor.

Maverick turns on the radio. The Bible station. Death metal blares from the radio. No matter which knob he turns, the music doesn't get any quieter. And no other station comes on. Fuck, he loves the music. And he needs another glass of water.

His proper haircut becomes more sloppy. Curls form on his head. His slick muscles are starting to get hairy. A damp, smelly fur grows in his shaved armpits. Fuck, now a cigarette, plus watching porn and jerking off. Pastor Blanco calls and asks if everything is okay. Maverick tells him to fuck off if he doesn't want to blow him now. Damn, I need another glass of water, he thinks to himself.

It's almost noon when Mav wakes up. Next to him the horny guy from the next room. Curled up at the foot of the bed is his puppy Ezzy. That was a wild night. Mav takes another sip of water and lights a cigarette. Damn, why was he here again. Just to fuck and party? Fuck, what else for? Certainly not to pray.

And now he needs fresh air. His friends are into a different fetish than him. Mav is more into the simple and honest things. The smell of leather belongs together with loud music, beer, liquor and cigarettes. And good honest sex.

I found the pictures for this birthday card @homme-parfait, @love-the-fuzzy-parts3  and @nachtgarm666

[kinnporsche]

so, i saw that poll going around asking who the ‘most toxic couple’ in kinnporsche was, and so many people in the notes were talking about kinn & porsche’s first time in the hotel bathroom with far more sinister language than vegas & pete’s first time in the safe house and i was just like. you know vegas & pete’s first time was super fucked up consent-wise, right? just because vegas tells pete (in an effort to goad him into action, might i add) that “it’s not fun if you don’t give in,” doesn’t mean their first time existed on a level playing field. the insane power dynamics between an abductor and abductee is not something to be pushed aside and written over. adventures in stockholm, anyone?

also, why are y’all pretending that vegas is someone who respects consent, anyways? like, is it simply because of that one line? what about his actions? because he said something similar to porsche in episode four (“a guy like me doesn’t like to force anyone”) while he was literally sexually assaulting him. vegas roofied porsche and touched him without his consent—kissing/sucking his neck in order to “leave a mark” for kinn to find—and we know vegas was going to do more because after porsche headbutts him (something he does not do to kinn later on, by the way), we see vegas getting angry and forcefully flipping porsche over on the bed before his guards warn him that kinn has been alerted and is on his way. i mean, the sexual implications of shoving porsche onto his front and then straddling him are really quite clear.

he even sexually assaults pete in the minor family’s torture room after electrocuting pete’s testicles and beating him with a baseball bat—he licks pete’s neck and touches his naked chest and ass despite pete’s protests. and this was done deliberately as part of the psychological and physical torture. why are y’all trying to convince yourselves he’s this paragon of virtue? like you’re getting rid of the most interesting part of vegas & pete’s relationship dynamic. they’re fucked up! it’s intriguing! you’re allowed to enjoy the fact that they’re fucked up! like, that’s what makes the trajectory of their story so interesting. stop turning them into something that they’re not, especially in an attempt to turn kinn & porsche’s relationship into something that it’s not.

all in all, both situations (kinn & porsche’s first time + vegas & pete’s first time) deal with varying levels of dubious consent. like, this is a show about the fucking mafia. all of the characters are morally gray. yes, they’re our blorbos, but they’re literal murderers. you can’t just accept one fucked up aspect of their lives while denouncing another. and pretending that vegas holds the moral high ground over kinn when it comes to his romantic and sexual encounters is fucking delusional. and i haven’t even mentioned his sexual/emotional manipulation of tawan yet (and i’m not going to because i don’t give a shit about tawan lmao, fuck tawan. but the point still stands!)

[hyunbunlix]

Paragon [hitman!Jeongin]

Characters: Jeongin, Bang Chan, older fem!OC, Lee Know (mentioned), Felix (mentioned), Hyunjin (mentioned) Rating: A/O for Adults Only Content Warnings/Tags: violence, murder, mentor/mentee to lovers, switch Jeongin, blowjob, fingerbanging, riding, raw dogging, power bottom Jeongin, cock-warming Word Count: 7,383 Summary: After years apart, a contract from Bang Chan puts Jeongin back in contact with the woman who established him in the underworld. He's forced to confront his feelings for her, not all of which are negative. Note: This is part of a larger John Wick AU, which can be found here.

Crimson Fox. But most famously, Gumiho. Names Yang Jeong In had earned across the world doing his job. And he was very good at his job. Because he was so good at it, very few people knew his face or his name, and instead knew him only by the aliases, by the names people whispered when they found the remains of his contracted kills.

            One of the few people who did know Jeong In’s name was Chris Bang, though few people called him that, either. Likewise, Chris knew Jeong In’s real name and never used it, not unless they were face to face.

            Which, right now, they weren’t.

            “I’ve got an interesting one for you, I.N,” Chris said. He had been in charge of negotiating Jeong In’s contracts for years, all to help Jeong In preserve his anonymity. In return, Chris could ask Jeong In to take people out at Chris’s discretion, and Jeong In wouldn’t ask questions.

            “What is it?” Jeong In asked, leaning back in the hotel desk chair. The call was voice only, as always, both of them using burners.

            “It’s an extraction,” Chris said. Jeong In frowned.

            “I don’t really do—”

            “I’m not done,” Chris said. “I know the target. They’re part of another operation that went sideways. Deep cover, all that. Their guys haven’t been good enough to get them out. You are.”

            Jeong In leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk.

            “Is it really worth it?” he asked. “I mean, if their guys aren’t good enough to pull them out, then what’s the point? Couldn’t this just happen again?”

            “It could,” Chris allowed. “But that doesn’t matter to me. I have a personal interest in keeping this one alive. This isn’t part of our annual arrangement, so don’t worry. You’ll still get paid. All you have to do is get in, send a message, and free the mark.”

            Send a message. That was Chris speak for “no restrictions.” Jeong In could kill anything and anyone other than the mark.

            He got a certain thrill when everything was a target. It felt good to let off steam and be indiscriminate sometimes.

            “I’ll do it,” Jeong In said. Chris chuckled on the other end.

            “Thought you might. See you in Seoul.”

Before Jeong In went into the field, he made sure to style his bangs back off his forehead. There had been a time in his life when he’d kept them short and out of the way, but he rather liked the shaggy look these days and didn’t want to cut them.

            For the first part of the infiltration, Jeong In went for stealth. Chris had briefed him thoroughly in person, and according to his intel, whole teams had fallen by the dozen trying to reclaim the mark, so clearly “guns blazing” wouldn’t work here.

            Chris had given him permission to send a message, and Jeong In intended to do exactly that before the night was out. He just wouldn’t be stupid about it. His first few kills were quiet with little resistance. A quick, clean shiv here. An easily snapped neck there. He didn’t go out of his way to hide the bodies (he didn’t have the time), but he wasn’t trying to alarm the entire compound, either.

           Eventually, though, they caught on, and he was ready. Hand-to-hand wasn’t his favorite, but he was still perfectly competent. There were so many ways a body could break, and he was versed in nearly all of them. He snapped bones, used men as shields to thwart each other, put bullets in brains and knives in organs.

            Send a message. Leave no witnesses. He had his anonymity to preserve.

            Finally, with blood on his hands and face, very little of which belonged to him, he found the door he was looking for, and the last man standing to guard it. Without ceremony, Jeong In fired from the hip, two in the body, then one straight-armed shot in the head, and the man collapsed. Jeong In exhaled, ejecting the magazine from his handgun to count the remaining rounds, before putting it back in and priming. He fished through the last guard’s jacket for the badge to get into the room. He scanned himself in with his left hand, gun still in his right.

            He needn’t have bothered. Whereas the prisoners he’d passed on the way here had been kept grouped together and casually guarded, this one was in solitary. All the muscle had been outside; within the walls, only the prisoner, strapped to a chair, was present. They—she—appeared unconscious, slumped forward in the seat. Unlike the others Jeong In had passed on the way, beaten and brutalized, the woman wasn’t in great shape but at the very least didn’t appear to have any broken bones.

            Jeong In didn’t have time to puzzle the treatment out, however, because, at that moment, she lifted her head, and his heart about stopped.

            “Blackbox?”

            There was a layer of blood and grime on her exposed skin, her clothes torn and hair filthy, but it was unmistakably her.

            The woman that had set him up in this world, crafted his reputation. The woman who had given him his name. He’d always been a magnificent marksman, but when he first started out as a teenager, no one had wanted to take a chance on someone so young and untested. She had helped him craft his mythos, made him into one of the most prolific killers of his generation, and instilled in him the need to always keep his identity—both face and name—separate from the work.

            It was thanks to her that the world knew who the Gumiho was. All he’d ever had to do was live up to the hype she generated.

            And he did.

            She lolled her head back as though she couldn’t believe it either, a parched laugh slipping through cracked lips.

           Finally, she leveled her gaze, a smile that looked a lot like a grimace on her face. “Hey, Kit,” she said.

            Jeong In wanted to tell her not to call him that, not anymore, but couldn’t bring himself to speak as he freed her from her binds, the core of his being humming with anger and something else.

            When she was free, he paused to drag his last kill to the back wall, dipping his gloved thumb in the pooled blood and signing the wall GUMIHO in Hangeul. She didn’t ask what he was doing, because the signature had been her idea first, all those years ago.

            He handed her a handgun he’d taken off a body on the way in.

            “There shouldn’t be much resistance left on the way out,” he said. “Let’s go.”

On the way to the Seoul Continental Hotel, she insisted they stop at one of her many drop boxes. There she picked up some cash, a set of clothes, an ID that Jeong In could see at a glance most definitely did not have her real name on it, and a stack of gold coins.

            “The least I can do is pay for your stay,” she said. “Consider it my thanks.”

            “I don’t need your thanks,” he said. “I’m already getting paid.”

            “I insist,” she said, and wouldn’t budge. After they arrived and booked their room—since Jeong In no longer trusted her enough to let her out of his sight—the concierge sent one of the hotel physicians up to tend her wounds. She sat in her undergarments while the doctor closed and patched the various small wounds she’d been dealt. Jeong In was still surprised by the lack of grievous injuries. The worst of her condition appeared to be dehydration and malnutrition.

            When the physician left, she disappeared into the washroom to take the world’s most careful shower. Once Jeong In was certain her ablutions were well underway and she wouldn’t be bursting out anytime soon, he took the opportunity to remove his blazer and button-up shirt so he could peel his Kevlar vest off his sweaty body. After putting the other two layers back on, he pulled out his phone.

            “Did you know?” Jeong In hissed the second Chris picked up, not even giving the older man time to greet him.

            “Know what? I take it by the massacre reports I’m getting that it’s done?” he asked. Jeong In fought the urge to growl at him like the animal so many people thought he was.

            “Of course it’s done,” he said first. “I know Blackbox. Or knew her, I guess. I never thought I was going to see her again.”

            “No,” Chris said, and Jeong In could tell he was being sincere. “I didn’t know. Blackbox and I have helped each other out in the past, and I’m counting on her to help me in the future. That’s all it was. I had no idea it was personal to you. I’m sorry for giving you the wrong impression. I don’t want to risk alienating you, either. I genuinely didn’t know.”

            “Okay,” Jeong In said. He heard the water shut off in the bathroom. “Thanks. I have to go.”

            “Be careful,” Chris said before Jeong In hung up on him.

            After a few minutes, she came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and hair damp. She looked a lot better just having the layer of grime gone.

            “You really don’t have to stay with me,” she said, dropping her old clothes into the trash and liberally applying lip balm. “It’s the Continental. The chances of anything bad happening to me here are slim.”

          “But not zero,” Jeong In snapped. “How likely is it that this shit happens all over again? Chris sent me in there because your guys were getting massacred left and right trying. How certain are you this won’t happen again?”

            She sighed, a weary, heavy sound that almost made Jeong In feel guilty for lashing out at her. Almost.

            “Now that I’m vulnerable, those chances are pretty high. But I know better now, and while I wish my contacts weren’t dead, I have to believe it was worth it. I got too comfortable, I think. They’ll almost certainly try again.”

            “Then I’m not fucking leaving you alone,” Jeong In went on. “You know there have been no fewer than three incidents on Continental grounds in the last five years, right? The chances they’ll come for you here are low, but not zero. I’m not going to let my work be undone.”

            She looked at him, a knife’s edge in her eyes now. “Why do you care, Jeong In? You did your part. You get paid either way.”

            Hearing his name, his real name, on her tongue for the first time in years changed his anger very swiftly into something else, a grievous wound he hadn’t realized she still had the power to inflict. He was practically vibrating as he glared at her, incredulous. How could she say that to him?

            “Because I’m not fucking losing you again,” he said. “I’m not. I don’t care if you thought you did it for my sake, because I would be better off without you. Even if it was true then, it’s not now. I’m not going to just walk away now that I’ve found you again, especially now that I know you’re in danger and have maybe two allies left that you can actually trust. You can’t fucking get rid of me again. I’ve had it with you running away from me.”

            She stared at him, speechless for the better part of a minute.

            “I’m sorry,” she said. “I had no idea it meant that much to you.”

            “No, you didn’t,” Jeong In said, bitter now. “You never asked me, either. And that hurt me the most.”

            There it was. The name of the feeling. Seeing her again, dredging up all those old feelings and memories, pained him. He hadn’t known he could still feel like that. He thought he’d buried it a long time ago.

            And now he couldn’t re-bury it.

            “If you had just bothered to have a conversation with me, you would have known I didn’t want to go. I wanted to serve with you. I wanted to protect you. But you determined unilaterally that parting was best, that it was too dangerous for me to walk your path with you. You didn’t even give me an option. You just disappeared and let me drown. I hated you. I fucking hated you for that,” he said. What had once been scarred over was gaping again, a wound as raw now as the day she’d dealt it.

            “Jeong In, I—”

            “You abandoned me. But your reason is gone. I’m capable now. Capable enough to carry us both. So what will your excuse be this time? Or will you not even have the decency to give me one?” he snapped. Now that it was all coming up, he couldn’t stop. He’d held all this inside for years. She could at least have the decency to listen to him now. She owed him that.

            “I don’t think I deserve a second chance,” she said finally. Jeong In got up from where he’d been sitting on the bed and stalked up to her.

            “Didn’t you hear a damn word I just said? You don’t get to decide that! I do!”

            “Then what do you want from me, Jeong In?” she asked, her voice barely a breath, and he was close enough to hear it.

            “To be with you,” he answered, the bite gone from his voice. It was all he’d ever wanted from her. “I don’t care about the form it takes. I’ll be your friend. I’ll be your weapon. I’ll be anything, just don’t throw me away again. Stop punishing me.”

            She put her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly to her. He was a little taller than her now, as well as broader and stronger. He no longer knew which of them would win in a fight.

            But he had no desire to fight with her anymore.

            He wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her snugly against him, unwilling or unable to let her go.

            “Okay,” she said against his shoulder. “Okay.”

            He swallowed hard. “Okay,” he echoed.

When he woke the next morning, Jeong In half expected her to be gone. The trust wound she’d dealt him was something he’d never fully recovered from and would take a lot of effort on her part to heal.

            But no, she was still in the bed to his right, sleeping soundly. She had to be exhausted from her ordeal. There was a little cut above her eyebrow, bruises on her cheek and near the bridge of her nose. The lip balm seemed to be working.

            He checked the time on his phone and determined it was late morning. Gently, he reached over to shake her shoulder. She whimpered and curled up in the blankets, hiding half her face from him.

            “Noona,” he murmured, smoothing her hair away from her forehead and kissing it. A few moments later, she opened bleary eyes that eventually focused on him. “I’m going to have food sent up. What do you want?”

            “Something easy,” she murmured, her voice muffled in the blanket. “I haven’t had real food in weeks.”

            He hummed a soft acknowledgment and got himself out of bed to make the call down to the concierge. He’d gone to bed in a plain t-shirt and compression shorts the night before, and he pulled his real clothes back on after the order was made. There was no movement from the bed, so he assumed she’d fallen back asleep. Jeong In received the food and started on his portion. He wasn’t willing to leave the room even to take a shower until she was awake.

            Was he paranoid? Probably, but if the goons came back for her, Jeong In wouldn’t leave her defenseless. Killing wasn’t permitted on Continental grounds, but not everyone followed the rules.

            When he had nearly finished eating, she dragged herself out of bed and came to the table. She reached for a water bottle before anything else and drained it. Jeong In didn’t realize he was staring at her throat bobbing until it had already been way too long.

            “How are you feeling?” he asked, as much a distraction for him as it was genuine interest.

            “Sore, but much better,” she said, spearing a piece of cucumber with a fork. “I haven’t slept comfortably since I was captured.”

            “Why were you down there?” Jeong In asked.

            “Chris didn’t tell you?”

            “No.”

            She chewed the vegetable, frowning.

            “That’s a little rude, considering it was a favor to him.”

            Jeong In frowned too.

            “What was?”

            “The deep cover op. I was in there for him. He wanted info on a couple of guys in that outfit, including the boss. He knows them. Or he did. I didn’t think I would get caught. We lost a lot of resources trying to pull me out. His and mine, both,” she said.

            “Well, there’s no way he’ll be pulling that shit again,” Jeong In said, uncapping his own water bottle.

            “No,” she agreed. “He won’t. Is he in town?”

            “I don’t know,” Jeong In answered genuinely. “He was yesterday, that’s all I know for sure.”

            She put her hand out, and it took Jeong In a moment to realize she was asking for his burner phone. He got up to fish it out of his bag and put it in her hand. Chris’s was the only number in it. She dialed, put it on speaker, turned the volume halfway down, and placed the phone on the table between them.

            “Hello?” Chris greeted in Korean, expecting Jeong In on the line.

            “Surprise, bitch,” she said in English. Chris laughed, which Jeong In didn’t expect.

            “Hello to you, too,” Chris said, his Australian accent standing out compared to her American one. “You sound better than expected.”

            “Did you skip town already?” she asked, getting right to the point.

            “Yeah. Looks like our Fox didn’t need any backup,” he said. She snorted.

            “Well, you’d better turn around. I expect you in the Continental’s bar no later than 8 o’clock tonight. Don’t make me wait,” she said.

            “Yes, ma’am,” Chris said, chuckling. “Wouldn’t want you taking your anger out on poor Kit.”

           Jeong In bristled. Chris wasn’t supposed to call him that. Only she ever called him that.

            “Don’t worry, I’ll save it all for you, Bang. You’re the one who almost got me killed, after all,” she said. Chris clicked his tongue on the other end.

            “Fair enough,” he said. “See you.”

            He hung up, keeping the last word for himself. Jeong In took the phone back.

            “Bitch,” she muttered, still in English, though her tone wasn’t exactly sour.

            “What’s with you two?” Jeong In asked, nudging the conversation back into Korean.

            “Begrudging allyship,” she said, cramming an apple slice in her mouth.

She and Jeong In didn’t leave their hotel room until 8:15.

            “I want Chan to sweat,” she said tersely, really leaning into the A, and Jeong In was surprised by the personal, almost joking use of the name. How was it that all three of them knew each other, yet none of it had ever come up in crosstalk? What other secrets were they all keeping from each other?

            When they walked into the bar, Jeong In half a step off her left shoulder, he felt like the last few years had never happened. This was exactly how it had once been—Jeong In under her wing, deferring to her leadership, being her trigger when she needed him. She sat down across from Chris, and Jeong In sat to her left.

            “Congratulations to the happy couple,” Chris said, the beginnings of a shit-eating grin on his face.

            “Shut the fuck up,” Jeong In said at the same time that she muttered, “Chris, please.” Jeong In was now unsure whether he believed Chris’s disconnect from the situation.

            “The guy you wanted is a fucking rat,” she said, getting to the point. She raised her hand to flag down a server. “I’m not sure you’d want him even if you could separate him from the boss.”

            Chris sighed. “I was starting to suspect. He’s two-faced, that one. He wasn’t always that way, but this life changes you.”

            “You’d have a better time fixing things with Lee Know than you would poaching the Smiler.”

            Chris made a displeased sound in his throat, schooling his features into neutrality as they ordered drinks. The server had the audacity to card Jeong In, and his compatriots had the audacity to snicker about it.

            “Poor baby boy,” she teased as the server walked away. She put her hand on the back of his neck and squeezed gently. It took a concerted effort for Jeong In to bristle instead of melt.

            He definitely thought he’d left his crush on her in the distant past. Chris tossed a look between the two of them that Jeong In couldn’t read.

            “Did you find out anything else?” he asked, steering the conversation back to where it had been before.

            “Oh, yeah,” she said. “If you’re determined to use somebody, you’re better off going for Hwang. His loyalty can be bought. He’s a lot like this one.”

            She gestured to Jeong In with her head as she said it, and he scoffed.

            “You’re the one who made me like this,” he protested. “I would have been perfectly loyal if you hadn’t decided I was no longer worth the effort. Just ask Chris. We’ve had a working relationship for almost four years and I haven’t crossed him a single time.”

            “He’s got a point,” Chris said. “I.N has a moral compass, busted as it may be. From what I hear, Hwang is a fucking psycho.”

            “You’re not incorrect,” she relented. “But he’s a psycho that can be convinced, if not necessarily reasoned with.”

            “Convinced how?” Chris asked, quieting down when their drinks arrived. He then ordered the most expensive meal on the menu.

            When the food orders were taken, she pulled out a phone and waggled the screen in Chris’s face.

            “Ask me nicely, and I’ll ask him nicely,” she said. Chris’s jaw dropped in time with Jeong In’s.

            “How did you get that?” Chris hissed as she tucked the phone away.

            “How do you think? I had to let him murder half my contact list. Hwang fancies himself an artist, though what he could be making with all that red I can’t possibly imagine. Suffice it to say he enjoys a sacrifice to his genius,” she said. “I let him do that, and he kept me from getting beaten into ground beef in there.”

            “That’s quite the visual,” Chris said, entirely deadpan. She shrugged.

            “Hwang took pity on you?” Jeong In asked. That would explain why she didn’t have any broken bones despite how badly beaten other prisoners had been. If Hwang had taken a liking to her, then pissing him off would have been more than enough deterrent to the others. Like Chris had said, Hwang was a fucking psycho. He’d been known to put a bullet between people’s eyes for the barest perceived offenses.

            She nodded, looking a little conflicted about it, herself. “Yeah. I don’t think I can take all the credit for it, though. He was trying to get back at the Smiler for something, and I just happened to help out with it before I got caught. Doesn’t matter, though. If I’m going to keep a working relationship with both you and Hwang, then the Smiler is off-limits, Chris. Whatever’s between the two of them is personal.”

            “Lee Know it is, then,” Chris sighed. “Damn it. I really didn’t want to have to talk to him directly.”

            “Bad blood?” Jeong In asked. Chris nodded.

            “Very.”

            The conversation moved to lower-stakes topics as they ate, and Jeong In was grateful for it. He didn’t need any more revelations or threats to their lives today. Finally, a little after 10 PM, they released Chris to get back on the road, and the two of them went back up to their room. Jeong In tossed his blazer over the back of a chair and unbuttoned his dress shirt.

            “To the best of your knowledge,” he asked, “did Chris lie about any of that?”

            “He didn’t,” she said. “It’s a complicated web with Lee Know. He and Chan used to be close. I don’t know exactly what happened. But I do know I don’t intend to put myself in the middle of it ever again.”

            “Good,” Jeong In said. “It might be important to him, but it’s not worth your life. If you weren’t able to cut that deal with Hwang, you might be dead right now.”

            She swallowed, looking at the floor for a moment. “I know. I’m lucky to be alive.”

            She looked like she wanted to say more, but didn’t. Jeong In hung his dress shirt and blazer in the closet and approached her in his dark t-shirt and pants. She looked at him curiously.

            “What is it?” he asked, reaching to touch her arm. He’d meant for it to be just a reassuring graze, but feeling her there, solid in front of him, prompted him to wrap his fingers gently around her bicep.

            “I’m lucky that you came,” she said. “And I’m . . . I’m lucky that you stayed.”

            He wasn’t sure why that of all things made him bashful, but he blinked shyly at her, suddenly unsure of what to say.

            “You could have decided to leave me there,” she said. “When you saw it was me, you could have turned your back and left.”

            “I wouldn’t do that to you,” he said. “And not just because of the payout. I hated you, noona, for what you did. But hate like that is only possible if you really cared first. Hatred, to me, has always felt like rotted love. It’s hard for me to explain exactly how much I cared about you back then, and how I wasn’t able to let go of it after all this time.”

            “I shouldn’t have done what I did,” she said. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way, like I knew best and you knew nothing . . . I shouldn’t have shut you out. I’m sorry, Jeong In,” she said, and he knew she meant it.

            He hesitated for a moment, reaching to hold her other arm, too. She didn’t move, only watched his face.

            “There are people who say everything happens for a reason,” he began. “I always thought that was bullshit, but . . . As much as it hurt, as much as I hated you . . . Noona, I met you when I was seventeen. I think . . . I think if I hadn’t been away from you all these years . . .”

            God, was he really doing this? Was he really going to try to say this to her?

            His grip on her arms tightened a little, but he was careful not to hurt her.

            “I think with the time we’ve spent apart, it makes it less weird for me to confess to you now,” he said finally.

            He expected to see her walls go up then, for her to remove his grip and take a step back from him. But instead, she simply held his gaze, looking thoughtful.

            “I liked you then,” Jeong In added softly. “And after the events of the last two days . . . It’s clear to me that I still like you now. I’m . . . I’m sorry for putting you in such a strange position. But if I’m going to be in your life again, if you’re going to consent to have me around, I thought you should know.”

            “Thank you,” she said. Gingerly, she removed her arms from his grasp, but instead of moving away like he thought she would, she reached up to tenderly trace the lines of his cheekbones and jaw, finally letting her hands rest on his shoulders. “In the interest of getting things out in the open, I suppose I should give my side, too.” He nodded, urging her to continue. “Obviously, there’s no way I would ever be with a teenager. Even working in the shitty half of the world where we literally get away with murder, that shit is disgusting. I’ve had people killed for it.”

            “I know,” he said. “You let me practice on some of them, remember?”

            Ah, the days of his supervised hits. He was clearly deranged if he was able to look back on those memories with fondness.

            “But when you came into my cell yesterday, I honestly didn’t recognize you until you spoke, and even then I thought I had to be imagining until you put your signature on the back wall. Now that I’ve had more time to look at you, of course, the foundation of your features is the same, but my god, Jeong In.” She paused, laughed to herself. “You grew up to be a fucking stunner.”

            He gave a surprised laugh, grinning bashfully, avoiding her eyes for a moment. He’d murdered more people than he could count, yet here he was, blushing because the woman he liked thought he was handsome. What a set of priorities.

            “Thank you,” he said softly. She squeezed his shoulders, and he met her eyes again.

            “I guess what I’m trying to say is,” she said, “if you wanted to kiss me, I wouldn’t stop you.”

            “I want to do a lot more than kiss you,” he said, unable to rein in the honesty now that they’d started. She raised her eyebrows at him, but the curve of a smile remained on her lips.

            “You’ve only been back in my life for two days and you already want to stick your dick inside me?” she asked with what was hopefully faked incredulity.

            “I woke up in the same bed as you this morning. There aren’t many people in the world I trust like that. Believe it or not, I don’t get laid very often,” he admitted. Her smile took on a bit of solemnity.

            “Yeah . . . Yeah, I believe it. It’s difficult to make connections way down here,” she agreed. “But you’re sure? This isn’t too weird for you?”

            “I’m sure, unless it’s too weird for you,” he said. Her smile broadened.

            “Such a gentleman,” she said, wrapping her arms lazily around his neck. Almost instinctually, his hands fit against her waist. “But not a perfect gentleman, I hope.”

            “I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” he said, and then his mouth was on hers. It started out gentle, slow as they felt one another out. Despite what he’d said, Jeong In did do his best to at least start out a gentleman, enveloping her lips with just enough pressure and fervor that she would be able to feel how much he wanted this. She returned his kiss in kind, one of her hands moving to cup his jaw, the other splayed across his back.

            As Jeong In started to lose himself to the kiss, he grazed her lower lip with his tongue, begging for a taste of her. She opened her mouth to him, deepening the kiss, letting him dip his tongue into her mouth. She tasted sweet, like the fruity drink she’d had with dinner.

            He moaned into her mouth, his hands trying to press her body closer. She hummed approvingly, kissing him until they ran out of air and broke apart, panting.

            “Yang Jeong In,” she said, a soft teasing note to her voice. “I didn’t know you’d be the type to get hard just from kissing.”

            She was right; he had started to get hard, the outline of it pressed against her pelvis thanks to how close they were. He breathed a short laugh.

            “Only when it’s with someone I really want,” he said. “And I really want you.”

            “Then you’ll have me,” she said, and kissed him again.

            Jeong In realized then she’d been holding back, letting him lead, making absolutely certain this was what he wanted. Now that she’d gotten confirmation, he could feel how badly she wanted him, too. Her kisses were deep, insistent, teasing him with the idea of her tongue in his mouth but never quite committing to it, the faintest graze of teeth against his lower lip making him gasp a soft moan. All the while, she had a hand creeping slowly up the back of his shirt, exploring his skin and tormenting him with the slightest drag of her nails.

            “Fuck,” he muttered against her mouth, which she quickly captured again, both her mouth and her nails more insistent now. He had to break the kiss when his back arched slightly, her scratches lighting his nerves on fire, making him groan.

            “Why don’t you take this off for me?” she said, picking at the hem of his shirt. He nodded and obliged.

            The way she looked at his body made him shy and eager all at once. She looked like she wanted to eat him alive, and he’d let her. She explored him with her hands—his slim waist, his defined abdomen, his broad chest and shoulders. He felt nearly lightheaded, like he’d been holding his breath for a minute and a half out of fear of breaking the moment.

            “God, the job has been kind to you, huh?” she teased, tracing along the ridges of his abdomen, stopping exactly where his waistband did. He wanted her to go lower so badly.

            “It keeps me active,” he breathed.

            “Mmm,” she hummed, her expression mischievous. “I’d like to keep you active, too.”

            “Please,” he said. She bit her lip to keep a fiendish grin from splitting all the way across her face.

            “Don’t worry, baby,” she said, pressing close to him to kiss along his jaw. “I won’t leave you wanting.”

            She led him to the bed, laying him out. Her hands trailed over scars old and new on his skin, examining them with her hands before she kissed them, every one she could find. Jeong In could hardly believe someone would be so tender with him of all people. When she finally got all the way down to his waistband again, his cock twitched up, straining against his pants.

            “Want me to take these off?” she asked, tapping a nail against his belt buckle.

            “Yes,” he said automatically.

            “You don’t think that’s kind of unfair?” she said, teasing now. “I mean, I haven’t taken off anything yet.”

            “I don’t care,” he insisted. “I want you to look at me. I want you to play with me.”

            “What a good boy,” she praised as she undid his belt, then his pants. She hooked her thumbs into the waistbands of his pants and underwear simultaneously, and he lifted his hips off the bed to make them easier to remove. She tossed the whole bundle to the floor, then took her time to simply marvel at him.

            “Goddamnit,” she sighed, laying a hand on his chest and trailing it down, down, until she held his cock in her grasp. “Every bit of you is gorgeous.”

            He fought the urge to cover his face with his hands. Why did her compliments make his head feel so fuzzy?

            “I’m happy you like me,” he said meekly, a faint smile on his lips. But then she started to work his cock in her hand and coherent thought suddenly became much harder. He lost his grip on it completely when she lowered her mouth to his tip. She hummed appreciatively around him, the vibration shooting straight through his length. He groaned, bucking his hips up to get a little more of himself in her mouth.

            She pulled back, a dab of pre-cum mixed with spit clinging to her lower lip. “Eager, are we?”

            “I thought that was pretty obvious,” he said. She laughed softly as she situated herself better between his legs. She put her tongue on his shaft, licking him preemptively before she took him in her mouth for real. Bit by bit, she gradually bobbed her way all the way down his length until he was poking her in the back of the throat. He grunted, and she made an amused sound, muffled thanks to her full mouth. Jeong In couldn’t make himself stop staring. After several slow drags to get them used to each other, she started to move faster. Jeong In gathered her hair in his hand to keep it out of the way, and that only made her even more eager.

            Finally, groaning with every pull of her lips and tongue, Jeong In couldn’t take it anymore, pulling on her hair to get her to relinquish his cock. She drew back, split dripping from her mouth and onto his erection, making it slicker than it already was. He choked back a whine at the sight.

            “Are you okay?” she asked him.

            “Yeah,” he managed. “It just felt really good and I didn’t want to come like that.”

            Her gaze switched from curious to coquettish in an instant. “Oh? How do you want to come, then?”

            He sat up, reaching to cup between her legs with his hand. She gave a heavy sigh, grinding down onto his hand.

            “Get naked for me?” Jeong In asked. She nodded, getting up to do exactly that, dropping her clothes onto the pile with his. She’d barely made it back onto the bed before Jeong In moved up, slipping his right hand directly between her legs, his left pressing against her lower back to bring her closer. As he started a slow exploration of her folds and the wetness that had gathered between them, he parted his lips to take her breast in his mouth. The little whimper she made was all the encouragement he needed, sucking gently while his tongue ran repeatedly over her nipple. Her fingers were in his hair, and he glanced up at her, taking in the way her eyes were blissfully shut.

            They sprang open with a gasp, however, when he slid a finger inside her. He moved to her other breast, determined to treat them fairly, while he pumped his finger in and out of her, delighting in the wet sound the motion made. He gave the barest graze of his teeth against her nipple and she whined. He moved back from her chest enough to look up at her.

           “More,” she said, and he slid a second finger inside her. She moaned, her eyes shutting. He watched her face carefully as he curled his fingers forward, looking for that delicate spot inside her that would make her squirm. Sure enough, another whine and a flinch of her hips confirmed that he’d found it, and he moved into a combination of pumping his fingers and putting pressure on that spot. She put her hands on his shoulders for stability, grinding down on his hand, her moans growing louder and closer together. Jeong In brought his free hand to her clit, rubbing gently but firmly, and after maybe half a minute more, he felt her orgasm crest, her core pulsing around his fingers. Her moans changed, too, short and gasped, her nails digging just the slightest bit into his shoulders while she rode out her high.

            She looked fucking gorgeous. Her eyes had taken on a delirious sheen, and Jeong In bit his lip, unable to resist anymore. He withdrew his fingers, coated in her wet, and put both hands on her hips, guiding her to straddle him as he lay back on the bed again. Despite the pleasure high, she took the hint, positioning his length with her fingers, lining him up perfectly with her dripping heat.

            When Jeong In pulled her down, he wasn’t gentle or patient about it. He sheathed all of himself inside her in one deep, sound motion that made him groan and her whine.

            “Fuck,” she hissed, still hypersensitive from her orgasm. She put her hands down on the bed to either side of his body, staring down at him. Her pupils were wide and dark, and Jeong In knew his eyes looked the same. It had been a long time since he’d wanted someone this badly, let alone someone he already had a deep emotional attachment to.

            A throb went through his cock and she whined again, her pussy squeezing against him in response. He heaved a ragged sigh.

            “I need you,” he said, reaching to touch her face with his clean hand. “Please.”

            He could have moved himself, but he didn’t want to. He needed her to do it, needed her to wring his orgasm out of him the way he’d done to her. She didn’t need to be told a second time, immediately dragging her core nearly all the way up his length before dropping back down. She kept to those slow glides for a time, getting used to him, and Jeong In was fully enraptured by her. Everything from her face to her chest to the point where they met was utterly perfect, and he couldn’t keep his hands off her. He couldn’t keep them still, either, sometimes holding her hips to help her rhythm, sometimes teasing her breasts, sometimes cupping the back of her neck to pull her down to kiss him.

            Her hips stuttered in their rhythm, no longer deep and even, her bucking turning quick and shallow.

            “Fuck, Jeong In,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come again.”

            “Please,” he groaned. “Oh my god, please, I want to feel it.”

            He didn’t mention that he was already so fucking close that feeling her orgasm directly on his cock would probably send him over, too.

            She nodded, unable to form words anymore, as she rutted hard against him, panting incoherent moans and whines as she grew closer.

            “Yes, fuck, noona, please,” he begged, needing this as badly as she surely did. His voice seemed to be the last straw, and with a high, pitchy moan, her cunt spasmed on him, her hips stuttering, unable to go on. She planted her hands on his chest for stability, her nails pricking his skin just the slightest bit.

            Jeong In, unwilling to give her any time to recover, propped her hips up with his hands and fucked up into her, prolonging her high and chasing his own. The way she pulsed around him was so fucking perfect, and with maybe ten more thrusts, his orgasm tore through him, hard enough to make his body tremble while he emptied his warmth inside her. He was not at all quiet during the process, his moans and whines sounding pitchy to his own ears. He pulled her all the way down onto him, his hips flinching against her, trying to get himself as deep inside her as possible. Finally, the height of it started to ebb, and he was able to focus his eyes again, gazing up at her blissfully fucked-out face.

            “Fuck, Jeong In,” she groaned. “You felt so good.”

           “So did you,” he murmured, drawing her down to kiss her forehead, her cheek, her lips. She settled herself more comfortably against him, distributing more of her weight along his body, leaving his cock embedded in her while it softened.

            Jeong In was about to let his eyes droop closed when a sudden spike of panic went through him. “Shit, I forgot to check. Are you on birth control?”

            She laughed. “Don’t worry, I was sterilized a few years back.”

            He relaxed. The last thing either of them needed was for him to knock her up.

            “It’s a great situation for cock-warming,” she said. “If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to stay like this for a few more minutes before we clean up.”

            “I don’t mind at all,” he murmured. “I like this . . .”

            She laid on him like that for about five minutes. Then he helped her to the washroom, putting her directly in the shower to clean up and staying in the room until she was done.

            He already hadn’t wanted to leave her side again, but now, he simply couldn’t fathom it.

[anonymous-dentist]

ghost au dapper and ramon?

Legend has it that the Quesadilla Hotel has been cursed since its initial opening in the February of 1910. Two days after its grand opening, two young boys went exploring the grounds, and they eventually came upon the basement and its boiler setup. One of the boys, foolish in his youthfulness, fancied himself a bit of an inventor, so he set to work fiddling with loose bits on the ground as his brother stood guard at the top of the stairs.

The boys did not realize that the loose bits on the ground were there because, as is common with building practices from before this funny little thing called a “safety inspection” was invented, the boiler wasn’t quite all together.

A member of the hotel’s custodial staff heading down to secretly fix the boiler (for the hotel’s manager, Cucurucho, knew that it was broken and didn’t want to have to close the hotel; that would be bad for business!), but he met stiff opposition in the boy in the top hat at the top of the stairs hitting him with a wrench right on the side of his bald head.

The custodian fell to the floor, dead as a doornail.

The boy flew down the stairs in a panic to get his brother, and he noticed the signs of an explosion just before his brother did. He tackled his brother to the floor, intending to shield him, but, tragically, neither survived.

Ah, but this is all but a rumor. The Quesadilla Hotel prides itself on its reputation as a paragon of safety in the hotel industry!

[ifeelgeek]

Sentimos si nos olvidamos algún foro (que es muy probable porque son varios) de ser así por favor manden un mensajito que los añadiremos lo más pronto que podamos.

Censo:

Victorian Vampires - PB REAL

Kasiopea Valerian - PB REAL

Miragthia - PB REAL

La senda del Changeling - PB REAL

Goddess of delirium - PB ANIMADO

The spiral Dance - PB REAL

Salem University - PB REAL

Ikigai - PB ANIMADO

Paragons - PB ANIMADO

Phiada Island - PB ANIMADO

Dying Sol - PB ANIMADO

A feast for crows - PB ANIMADO

Aethrea sideral - PB REAL

Intuition - PB REAL

Foro Nuevo:

Afterlife hotel : PB ANIMADO les dejamos su tumblr @afterlife-hotel-rp

Crooked Time : PB REAL led compartimos su tumblr @crookedtime

Foro semiprivado:

Gehenna RPG : PB REAL les dejamos su tumblr @gehennarp

[silverstar-8]

Paragon of free will has another chapter! Woho!

This time, there will be some hurt/comfort stuff in it, so if you want to become emotional, just read it. Who knows, maybe I'll make you cry! It would be awesome to affect peoples' emotions like that, hihi.

But besides that, I hope you'll have a lot of fun reading this!

Also, pinging some moots @skyheartstar13 @senseichaos

See ya, Silver~

[ohc-and-the-music-tapes-archive]

Press note about the apel from Julian Koster and Neutral Milk Hotel's to save The Paragon Carousel. The Village Voice, 30th April 2009

press release:

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

April 30, 2009

The Paragon Carousel is a beautiful machine that has been my dear neighbor for many moons. Now 81 years old, it is in need of a little love and attention in order for it to survive.

It is my sincere wish for the Paragon Carousel to be a part of the magic of long seaside summer afternoons for many years to come. But it might not get to.

Unfortunately, we live in a world where the great whirling contraptions of mechanical music and light are not as profitable to operate as other things, and carousels are worth much more taken apart and sold in pieces to museums, where one must pay to look at them behind glass, rather than having them simply existing in the world that we now all share.

I spoke with Jeff and Scott and Jeremy about this and they agreed that I should, on behalf of Neutral Milk Hotel, make an appeal to the good people who might have enjoyed the music made over the years, because we think you’d understand especially, and want to help.

We humbly ask you to vote!

The Paragon Carousel is competing with 24 other historic Massachussettes buildings for a grant of $100,000. The historic site with the most votes wins, and anyone anywhere can vote. We would love it if by our collective effort we could ensure the continuation of this grand place. It only takes a moment and you can do so here.

You are allowed to vote once a day untill May 17th . Your vote means a great deal to all of us at Elephant Six. Places like this are so special. They deserve to exist in the same world that we do. So we can visit them with our bodies, not just our memories and dreams.

We’d like to thank you for your help and for spreading the word.

~Julian Koster with Jeff Mangum on behalf of Neutral Milk Hotel

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

UNLOCKABLE CHECKS

ENCYLOPEDIA - [Formidable] Find the source of the Expression.

CONCEPTUALIZATION - [Impossible] What’s up with the backyard wall?

RHETORIC - [Legendary] Convince Gaston to give us his sandwich.

PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT - [Heroic] Kick in the barred door on the roof of the Whirling.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY - [Impossible] Stop making the Expression.

REACTION SPEED - [Medium] Find a Dick Mullen book.

INTERFACING - [Challenging] Fix the broken faucet in our hotel room, [Medium] Find a figurine in Roy’s store.

HAND/EYE COORDINATION - [Legendary] What kind of gun fired the bullet? MAXED

EQUIPPABLE THOUGHTS

MAGNESIUM-BASED LIFEFORM

Temporary bonus: -1 Shivers: No shakes

It is generally understood that human beings are carbon-based organisms, fusing little carbon tubes together to form complex, mushy structures capable of thought, love, and locomotion. It is also known that these structures sometimes like to “take the edge off” by consuming ethanol, amphetamine, etc. In such cases, it is important to supplement your body with magnesium. Tired? Mag it! Down? Mag time! Liver damage? MAXIMUM MAG! Some people say magnesium doesn’t really do anything and you just need to quit. What do we tell them?

DETECTIVE COSTEAU

Temporary bonus: -2 Conceptualization: An idiotic idea

Detective Raphaël Ambrosius Costeau – when you say it, it feels like you’re taking a bite of lemon meringue while sitting on the terrace of a seaside cafe. On a cool summer day. In Sur-La-Clef. It’s everything you’re *not*. You haven’t created many things during your stay in Martinaise, but you’ve created this. A fancy, sophisticated name that makes you sound intelligent. And that no one seems to *acknowledge*. Don’t you feel like you deserve a reward for coming up with something so special? And what would that reward *be*?

BRINGING OF THE LAW (LAW-JAW)

Temporary bonus: -1 Rhetoric: Weird jaw

Hey, so a little observation. It’s all cool, man. Don’t freak out, but every time you say “I am the law“ – and you say it *a lot*, it’s basically *hello* for you – your jaw does this *weird thing*. It sort of shifts sideways, hanging off your face at a jaunty angle, while the word *law* sounds oddly guttural and low. It’s… strange. You wouldn’t notice it, but after saying you’re the law eighty thousand times, the question *does* come up: why *do* you have Law Jaw?

DATE OF BIRTH GENERATOR

Temporary bonus: None

Your face looks like it’s 58 and your body feels like it’s 60. Your mind feels like it’s lived for one day or a hundred. Both longer than they ought to be, the day and the century…. But for how long, then, has this thing attached to your sentience walked the planet’s crust? Time to start racking those brains of yours, Elder One. When and where were you born?

THE LITANY OF CONTACT MIKE

Temporary bonus: -1 Logic, -1 Conceptualization, -1 Drama

It’s time once again to return to *The Twenty Things You Like To Say About Contact Mike*, the boxer who is, apparently, a paragon of open competition. It really doesn’t get *any* better than this. *Any* better. Both inside and *outside* the ring. Stop. Point at someone. Someone in the distance. Point your finger at him. He *will* point his finger back at you, vaulting an impossible gulf of finance and privilege, to…

ONE MORE DOOR

Temporary bonus: +1 Half-Light: What's is behind it?

God dammit, it cannot be. A disgrace! That door on the coast... you remember the one, right? The one that leads to the abandoned supply depot? Why, in the name of all that's holy, does it not open? *Why*?! There *has* to be a way to get through that unopenable door. By gods, you're the police -- all doors are supposed to open before you. What will the others at the precinct think if you can't open a goddamn door? There must be a way.